Capítulo 68: Stupid Hormones

The following morning Gemma woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon, the aroma wafted through her nostrils as she climbed down the stairs, she was expecting to see Miguel's cook but instead, he was the one there. 

A pan was cooking on the stove and Miguel was standing over it without a stitch of clothing on his upper half, and he looked so damn sexy. 

Heat drifted through her body in one sweep and she could feel her body gravitating towards his. It was as if she was just seeing his chiseled chest for the first time. His broad shoulders, and tanned skin. Her cheeks grew warm as the thought of running her hands across his bare abs came to her.

"I see you are already awake. Good morning," he drawled. 

Gemma swallowed, she couldn't seem to think of one thing to say. Damn these pregnancy hormones, they were beginning to mess too much with her head. And why did the ink on both sides of his chest seem newer? Oh, these stupid hormones!